:syringe: I am adv. lit. If you aren't, that's okay! I

         will usually mirror my partners in

         of length.

        🪚 I'm new to rping dbd, bare with me. I am

         literally starting as this is posted :sparkles:

         however I have been rping elsewhere since

         2016. I'm getting more into the lore since like

         early January this year.

        ⚰ You oughta be 18 or older for me to partner

         up with you 1x1. I am 25.

        :smoking: I am okay with all genres. Especially

         action, horror, angst, and fluff.

        🗝 I don't mind if you wanna be your oc if you

         prefer to be your oc(s), that's fine with me.

        🕯 I have no triggers. If you do, please inform

         me of them. I try to be as considerate and

         respectful as much as possible.

        :flashlight: I am open to b×g, g×g, and b×b. I love

         platonic relationship arcs- As well as familial

         relationship arcs.

        :skull: I have no plots in mind but I am more

         than happy to help sum one up with you!

        🧰 If you ever wanna play dbd, I'm so down!

         I have been playing since the start of 2024.

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muse:

When it comes to writing for the characters in Dead By Daylight I've been drawn to Caleb Quinn aka The Deathslinger. In all honesty I am happy to write as just about anyone. I'm exploring. It does take me some time to I write. Especially for starters.

other muses :

William 'Bill' Overbeck - Dwight Fairfield

Evan MacMillan - Amanda Young

Albert Wesker - Chris Redfield

Nicolas Cage - Danny Johnson

hey- if there is anyone else that you

prefer who was not mentioned here,

feel free to can ask.

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Writing Samples :

ɴɪᴄᴏʟᴀꜱ ᴄᴀɢᴇ

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"𝑶𝒏𝒆, 𝒕𝒘𝒐, 𝒃𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒆! 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆,

𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓, 𝑰'𝒎 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓!!"

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Location ⇉ A campfire ~ The Red Forest

Interactions ⇉open; ‎‏@Tenagra ‌‬‭

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Another mysterious plume of fog emerged from the dark forest. Revealing a man at rest. A nightmare of the previous trial tormented the unconscious resting mind of Nicolas Cage. With streams of cold sweat beading down the man's face, the superstar woke up, yelling at the top of his lungs. "No, no, no, no ,no! God dammit, NOOOOO-" Nic screamed, coming to his senses around the crackling fire pit before him. The heat was clinging to his skin like a hot summer day in L.A. From what the man could recall, a giant woman singing a children's lullaby had viciously mauled him. He was mori'd in his last match.

Flashbacks of terrified screams and cries of despair tormented his slow waking consciousness. Echoing and fading away like a distant painful memory. "Huh, what, wh-where am I?" Cage murmured with enthused confusion. He gripped his chest, looking around only to see the a neat camp site. He was back in front of that campfire again.

Never in his wildest imagination did he think his present life would become a real life horror movie against his own free will. Running away from some homicidal maniac, helping others with their wounds, fixing generator after generator. Looking death in the eye, only to do it all over again in different sadistic sequences. Forgetting each trial like it never even happened. But he ed the last one... Nic had told himself it was a shit show of a real bad dream.

However.. this moment right now was... different than the others. Different than of what he was thrown into; he wasn't abruptly brought to a random plot of land, no. There was an unknown newfound freedom. Not just for him, but for everyone the Entity had taken into it's vast haunting realm.

Cage took to his feet. Walking around the pathways, eventually coming across a new setting than what he was in before. He heard someone speak. In hopes it was someone as lost as he was, he took his little ass that way. "Hello! Hey, you there!!" He called out. Running in the direction of the deep voice. He didn't quite see the fella he was yelling at just yet. "Can you help me, I... I think I'm lost?!" He could only make out a silhouette in the distance he was at. Getting closer and closer to the sadistic hell priest. Suddenly... there it was. A man. His head was covered in spikes? No, pins!? "Fuuuuck me..." he melted downwards. Afraid of what was to come next.

The hair on the back of Nicolas' neck stood up, adrenaline started to course through his veins! Immediately ducking down trying to blend into the red foliage. Maybe that dream he was was what them gypsies get- a premonition? Yeah! Those realistic visions. Nic began to regret even saying a damn word. "Shit, shit, shit, shit!" He whispered in terror, feeling his extremities tremble with fear.

He had to get another look. Nic peered his gaze over the hedge seeing the haunting man once more. In detail he could see the black leather clothing the monster was wearing. Every little crevice and stitch. The rectangular opening that went down the abdomin.. the blue around his eyes and lips. The tools tied to his waist. Those werent just any tools. Those were used for cutting through flesh and meat. Nicolas was too close for his own liking and started to crawl in the opposite direction. Hoping to God that man didn't see him at all. He knew he was screwed! His life was in danger. "Just keep moving. Keep going. Don't look back. Don't look..."

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Caleb Quinn ; the Deathslinger

The Deathslinger rages in fury at the stunt a survivor just pulled on his ass. "Dag nabbit, you unforsaken cockered onion-eyed malt-worm!" His furious voice clapped like thunder through out the land like the very weapon he fired. Not only was the westerner pallet stunned, but the lilly livered blasphemer had the audacity to blind his eyes, too! The lumen on that fine flashlight was brighter than the holy heavens above for christ sakes!! "You think you real smart, huh? I'll show ya. Just you wait, buckaroo." Snappped the tall pale man through gritted teeth. Growling like a wild wolf. Breaking the wood beneath his cowboy boots.

"Hi-de-ho, there, ya pox marked scut." Bam! He shot his spear head into the gut of the prized space cadet, Ellen Ripley, once more. Reeling her closer to him. His callous laughter thrown in her face as he lands a hit across her face, feeding off her own fear. He caught a glimpse of his partner in crime while he was in pursuit of his scurrying prey. He saw how ionate and careful the other was when he was in the middle of his own hunt. Quite. Lethal. Efficient. He could only ire the dedicated craftsmanship as he ed by chasing the lamb.

"Pennies from heaven." Stated Caleb with a small smirk. Soon turning to a genuine rotten smile stretched across his lips ear to ear. "Don't see that everyday." He regarded towards how smooth like butter the match was. He had been stuck with dense minded killers before. Shy to get to the heart. Danny didn't freeze at the opportunity, he jumped the gun. Seeing how the other approached this line of work inspired Caleb. It had been decades of this, and as much as he hated to it it, he lost the spark he had.

It was one thing to kill. Another to make it an art peice. Quinn saw that when he saw the other get down to it. It was commendable thoughtful labor. Like the gizmos Caleb worked on in his spare time. At the end of the day, it was just him and his needs he looked out for. Time and time again, Caleb was burned for trusting the wrong people he thought he could rely on. Back in his youth, his ideas were robbed from him and sold by the dollar. No recognition, no thanks. Nadda. He made sure the man that did him dirty like that got the shit end of the the stick even if it would have been the last act on God's green earth he did. If only he could do that again now. Show Mr.Bay just how much he appreciated the scumbag for where it got Quinn to this day.

The Deathslinger recognized raw material when he saw it. Danny Johnson exudes it. May not have looked like much with his dark tactical get up and the plain mask, but the moxi was more than there. It eminated in his actions and delivery. The way things were now compared to the state the place was in before... It was quite the spectacle. The town of Glenvale was a mess; blood, sweat, and tears stained the surface. Broken down doors, debris all over the floor. It was clear as day just how much fun they had this trial.

"Shoo- I must it. You're no dead hoofer. You's not afraid to get your hands dirty." He said as he stood behind Danny. "Mhm. 'Round these parts I'm what they call the deathslinger. You can call me Caleb. Ya got mad grit. C'mere, I'm sure you got questions." With each step you could hear the metal stint he had along his leg that helped him walk. It was ironic seeing as the Entity itself could rewrite the stars. Nevertheless, he remained faithful and kept his end of the bargain with the ancient being. So long as he could continue to engineer his creative mechanical decices.

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◜ᨳ ː 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙷𝚂𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁ꪻᤴ˓᭡

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"𝔄𝔰 𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔞𝔰 𝔞 𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖓𝖆𝖐𝖊

𝔞𝔱 𝔞 𝔰𝔮𝔲𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢."

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Location ⇉ Garden of Joy

Interactions ⇉ ‎‏@ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ 𝓡𝓸𝓫𝓲𝓷 ‌‬‭

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Caleb shook his head. "Killing you would be as good as trying to use a bucket with holes." Each time he tried to seek the Entity and her powers that be, there was nothing. Not even a presence, or a wave of a whisper. His thoughts came to the conclusion that perhaps it had to be one of the survivors that tampered with something... unless it was.. another killer.

Whatever the circumstances were, the deal he made with the Entity was null until further notice.

At the end of the day, he'd prefer to tinker and take to his sketches. Bringing his illustrations from paper to his own very hands. Deg some new sinister device. Testing out the functions, seeing how far his engineering genius could go. Stretching the limits of what was possible. Like the very gun he put together. It was an understatement to say Caleb Quinn was proud of it. The cowboy had nothing but insane ideas. Ideas the Entity allowed him to test out since their agreement and his arrival to her realms.

"I'm not letting you go that easy. You're coming with me, you bootless venomed fool." He just had to find his domain. Grave of Glenvale. There, he had all his tools, books, and materials waiting for him in his beautiful shop. The Deathslinger grabs a hold of Haddie Kaur before she could manage to fuss and make a run for the exit. "Quit your worming, woman!" They always struggled. Wiggling to get away from his grasp. There were cells he could utilize for the wandering survivors. As well as... test on some of them with his shiny new inventions.

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Danny Johnson; The Ghostface

His ears flicked hearing someone's foot falls come closer and closer to the front door. Dan straightened his clothes, his hands resting over his lean waistline. The handle twisted, the door opening swift. There she was. Staring at her chest then up to her eyes. Neither the pictures or footage of her did not do her any justice. Ryusei Shido was standing right before him. He could feel her energy. It was... much like the energy coursing throughout his body?

Ah-ha. The athlete. Johnson's eyes dialate with an insatiable eagerness. He recognized her right away. Though his expression came off as neutral. Whereas those eyes of his glinted with a dark and fatal desire. His weight shifted, leaning himself towards his right side.

Danny's composure stood sturdy yet proud. The only thing between them was an unspoken tension. Like two ferocious tigers sizing eachother up. Seeing what the other does, waiting to pounce and deliver a lethal blow.

The man listened to the other. Her voice tickled at his inner killer. Just the overall condescending tone she had towards him had his core heat up with lack luster disdain. Still maintaining his hand crafted people pleaser facade.

"Yeah, that's me, the journalist. I'm here to ask some.. questions.. and go over some juicy topics with Ruh-sigh Shy-doh?" He said the name wrong. Picking at her boredom. Danny purposely played that card. Pretending not to know who he was supposed to talk to. He could tell she was the least bit enthusiastic about this whole ordeal. Most punks like her were.

Danny's brain ticks. Of course she invited him inside. "Oh, uh, thank you! But... no, that won't do. If you could please follow me." He stepped aside, nudging his head as if to tell her to come with him. "Unless you're too tired, I understand. A girl like you needs her beauty sleep, huh. A hell of a long flight like that just to come over here and get stuck with some boring idiot asking you questions like 'What is your diet?' 'How tall are you?' Or 'what's your horoscope?' Which you must get. All. The. Time. Right?" Dan laughed at the thought of being that basic. He shook his head. Motioning his hand to follow him. "Come on. I think you'll find yourself surprised for once. Do I look like your average reporter? Ha, no. I'd have to ask you to kill me and end my misery like a wounded animal. What do ya say, hmmm? Still not interested?? I promise I wont bite." Oh, but he did have other gritty plans.

He'd have her heart on a platter. Serving it right back down her throat, having the last laugh. Painting quite the picture of a... heartless... gruesome homicide. Danny fantasizes about her death. He had been since the past month. Wondering if she would accept her fatality, freeze in fright, or fight him tooth and nail. He hated when they fought back. Yet, he couldn't help himself. Their eagerness to live intoxicated him.

Every victim he murdered was never enough to satiate his thirst for more blood. He pictured the fear take over her features. The way she may scream for help, cry tears of despair, and beg for her pathetic life. She gave him what he wanted; she agreed to follow him.

Johnson could only smile a simple smug grin. "Mhm, but when you make it quick, that takes all the fun out of it. You gotta it, when you're winning the game, don't you want the fun to last a little longer? Like you're on top of the world."

Danny led the way. His steps were silent. Not even a sliding noise. Taking the pair back to the room he booked. Everyone he killed remained in his sweet cherished memories. But he wanted more. It was an understatement to say he was proud of his killings. It brought him a sense of great accomplishment. Especially when his readers praised his hard work. It was his relentless obsession.

"When you and your team take the score board and run laps around your opposing team, isn't it like riding lightning? You just can't get enough of it. I've seen your games." He paused. Hyping Shido's dominating ego. Looking back at her. "I know you like being the victor. More than any of your other team mates."

Danny took out his key card from his pocket. Sliding it across the scan. "After you." He insisted she entered the room first. "Please. Make yourself comfortable." The man told her. When she walks through the room, he locked the door behind them. Setting the key card on the counter. "Are you thristy?" He steps into the living room. "Hungry?"

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꙳໋͙̣࣭̇࣪ ⸙۪̣࣭̇࣪·ฺ۪Evan MacMillan

The Trapper꙳໋͙̣࣭̇࣪ ⸙۪̣࣭̇࣪·ฺ۪

"MrrggHh-!" Growled the tall dark killer. A flashbang had blinded him before he coulf even what was going on. Once he was back to his senses, he set up a bear trap at the entry of the door and started tracking down the foolish rodent that rudely stunned him so abruptly and harshly. He kept in mind where he placed his other traps. Making sure to direct his prey right into the metal jaws of them knarly bear traps.

There she was. Even if it wasn't her, Evan ran after the woman. It was Kate Denson. With a strong swing, the rugged masculine man took his weapon and slashed into her back with full force, pushing her far off towards the trap he set. Playing a careful game of chase.

The Trapper's attention is diverted in the opposite direction when he heard someone set one of his traps off. He wanted to get a good look as to where that came from. From the quick look of it, someone disarmed one. He sighed with a growing agitation.

There was a fear in the back of his mind that if he didn't do his best, somehow, his father would come back from the grave and show him just how much he wasn't satisfied with Evan's performance. Thus, fueling his determination to do a great job at causing pain, despair, and death amongst the survivors the Entity had him hunt. His line of sight narrows in on Kate Denson. Watching her every move. All he could see was red. Getting closer and closer with each eager stride.

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I'll add more to this as time goes by.